Erotic stories involving homosexual or a male-to-female transsexual and a male partner devalue women by excluding themfrom consideration.But let us re...urn to an earlier point. Framing, by including somedetails while excluding others, also focuses the reader's attentionwhere the writer wants it to be, thereby valuing those elements orfeatures of the story's subject (as well as the subject him- or herself)over others which, by virtue of their having been excluded, aredevalued. Often, in. He pimps me, beats me up, and treats me like shit, but when I'm with him I feel so alive, and when I'm from him I get withdrawal symptoms. I'm addicted to Wayne Dalton, and I wish with all my heart I wasn't." She gazed dejectedly at the floor, and I put my arm around her shoulders."Surely, when he's in prison you could go cold turkey?"She sniffed back a tear. "I've tried, believe me, Des, I've really tried. Once I stopped going to see him for three months. He wrote such tearful letters; said he. ””Ooooooo…Niaz.” She rolled her hips, trying to arrest the full length of my cock in her soft folds. “You’re better than your papa, he never fucked me like that. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh…harder…harder.”My hips began lunging faster to fulfill her request; my cock stabbed into her pussy…my groin smashing against her ass again and again. Mother’s cunt was dripping wildly, bathing my piercing cock with a thick creamy coat of her love juice. I felt her warm sticky juices oozing into my thatch and to my swing. She’d had her fair share to drink and was clearly enjoying the attention. Charlotte, who was much younger than Peter – about twenty-four, I guess, was a slim, fit girl, with long ginger hair and freckles. She had small, firm boobs, long legs and a nice, tight ass. She was open and friendly, but also quite assertive and, even though we’d only known her a few days, I could see that she liked to get her own way.That was over an hour ago. Since then we – or rather, my wife – had been slowly seduced.